You would have thought that after the debacle that was the first Steve Martin helmed Pink Panther, the idea of a sequel would have been shelved. The remake was just awful. Full of gags that didn't deliver, terrible puns, and strained performances all around.
But originality is certainly not the day in Hollywood, as if it ever was.
It’s hard to find a film that fails on as many levels at Pink Panther 2.
Martin is again inane. While he adds quality actors to this farce, but they come across as buffoons, parading around screen as shells of their talent.I hope that Alfred Molina and particularly Andy Garcia were handsomely paid for their appearance, as their work is nothing less than embarrassing.Lily Tomlin does a number of odd cameos working to get Martin’s Clouseau politically correct, and each scene is tortured. Emily Mortimer is fine, but contrived. The only star who works well here is John Cleese, who has no trouble playing a Brit as the head of the French police.His camp is just wonderful, but that’s the only thing worthwhile in this weak, sad, and unfortunate attempt to further cash in on a once proud franchise.